Growing Tree I see your beautiful leaves, standing tall on sticks, numerous amounts on each branch, revealing their beauty. Little do they know, that's not the real you, the real you is standing fearlessly, oozing your sap. Many try to chop chop chop you with chainsaws, but your bark stands tall. Snow shoots your beautifulness, but you grow more. If planted in a pot, you won't elevate. You wouldn't reach your potential, you will not be, a growing tree.